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Thursday, April 26, 2007

Some of the jealous Guardian sparks are hacking critically impure thoughts, pulsing negative synaptic activity and dull psychic energy, which impelled an eruption of intellectual poetry.

FOAM IN SHYER

Incertus hermit in attic rite

Appeared wielding a key-pad

His poetry written in the tap

Verse language, its currency a pool

And exploration leading her mind

To Patrick, butler of William no more

Yeats a magus, his sister ElizabethSought elemental gods at Helicon

Heights, flopped and allotted Cuala

His muse of habitual address

Breath-goddess imprinting a WordHis sidhe-marked borders unwind

Spoor as breeze through spiritual

Knowledge dead generations guarded

Ancient miming gods on the cusp

Of being wrought within a complex

Arbiter silly Willy, his love the daemon

Decoded symbol of god their custom

Paladin truth rode in Amergin

Rote on a quay riotus wordic

Love the Liffey broadwalk Dublin air

River deciding flow and ebb from urge

drop, cop-on gods turn out your tune

In a seaBeneath stepsSea bound salmonListened for nuts, fishSwum through squalls